Today Besh went with Mommy to go get Mommy’s car washed. On the drive home they quickly realized that the cleaner used inside the car smelled rather disgusting, so they proceeded to roll down the windows. At which point Besh felt the need to tell Mommy something very important.
Besh: “You know what this car needs, Mommy?”
Mommy: “What, Besh?”
“More cowbell.”
So we’ve been listening to Bruno Mars’ album a lot these past few weeks. It’s one of two albums that can settle Isaac down if he’s fussy (the other one is the soundtrack to Memphis). Sometimes if he’s being fussy during dinner I’ll put my phone on the table and play the album through it’s tiny speakers and that’s usually enough to calm him down too.
The other night as I started playing “Grenade,” Besh started singing along. Sara was curious so she turned to Besh and asked:
“Besh, what do you think this song means?”
Besh stopped singing and turned to Mommy and said:
“It’s about a guy who loves a girl but she isn’t very nice to him at all. He gives her all of his love and she just throws it in the trash can.”
Mommy’s jaw dropped down to the floor and she stared at him in disbelief.
“Besher! How did you know that?”
“Daddy told me.”
Which is true. He and I had discussed the song a few weeks before when he asked me what the song was about. I realized that when he started the description, but it was just too funny to see Sara’s eyes grow wide as the description continued.
Occasionally I get asked if Isaac is going to get his own blog. I usually just smile and say something like “We’ll see.” What I really want to say is “OH MY GOD I WANT TO GET SOME SLEEP FIRST!” and then pass out on a horizontal surface (preferably soft but I’m not picky) for about 50 hours.
Not to say that Isaac isn’t producing some blog-worthy moments. Especially now that he’s just started walking (still working on it but he’s doing it more every day) and interacting more with the world around him.
He also has a new nickname: Houdini.
We aren’t sure when it started, but a few key moments outline the rise of Isaac’s claim as a great baby escape artist. For many months now he’s twisted and turned when on the changing table, much more than Besh ever did. But now he’s taken to trying to escape all forms of confinement no matter their origin.
First, somehow Isaac figured out how to remove his diaper. That’s not amazing, you think. Lots of babies do that. Sure. But Isaac does it without taking off his clothes. He’s figured out how to play with the tabs through his clothes and then somehow shimmy, shake, and twist his way out of the diaper so that it ends up around his knees (or as far as it will go inside his onesie pajamas).
Second, during a trip to Target, Sara had Isaac strapped into the baby chair of the shopping cart. She grabbed a package to put in the cart and turned back to discover that Isaac was standing on the chair-seat, a proud look on his face. The strap was still done.
Next, Isaac decided to turn his attention to the child-proof locks in the house. Even though he hasn’t mastered walking, he has mastered the finger reaching in to hook onto the latch and disengage the door lock. This comes complete with a mischevious grin if he notices anyone watching him.
But wait, he’s not done. This past weekend while sitting in the high chair at Chuy’s, Isaac figured out how to unlock the belt latch. He casually undid the lock and dropped the belt to the sides.
And to top it all off we have his greatest magical trick yet. Last night he woke up doing his I’m-very-upset-and-not-going-back-to-sleep-unless-you-come-in-here cry around 2am. Usually this means he’s peed out, whether through diaper manipulation or random gap. Sometimes he’s just teething or upset but still dry. So Sara went to check on him and came and got me (pee out). But the strangest part–even though his sheet was wet his pajamas were dry. Completely dry. His body was dry too.
So either we had the biggest teething-sleep-drool ever (and, seriously, that’d be a lot of drool) or Isaac is working on magic tricks in his sleep.
Yesterday the entire family was in the car driving home when Besh started talking movies.
Besh: “Daddy, am I old enough to see Spider-Man yet?”
Me: “No, not yet.”
“Because of the scary parts?”
“Yeah, because of the scary parts.”
“What about Batman?”
“Same with Batman.”
“What about Green Lantern?”
“I don’t know. It isn’t out yet.”
At which point Mommy started laughing.
Yesterday afternoon the entire family was at home when Sara and I went to go have a chat with Besh.
Mommy: “Besh, you know how Daddy I and go out for date night?”
Besh: “Uh huh.”
“Well, we thought you could come with us tonight.”
“For real?”
“Yes. Because we’re going to see a show that we thought you’d like.”
“What is it?”
At this point Besh is already grinning, excited at going out and whatever the show might be.
Mommy: “We’re going to go see Liza Minnelli.”
It’s a good thing he was sitting on the couch, because he literally fell over backwards. After a few seconds he jumped up and proceeded to hug Mommy and me in excitement. It’s been a while since I’d blogged about Besh’s love for the Tony Awards and plans to have a yogurt smoothie with Liza, but he hasn’t forgotten.
Besh proceeded to get dressed up. Corduroy pants, button down shirt, clip on tie, blue blazer. He was the dressiest of the three. When we got to the show, he couldn’t stop clapping. Especially when the pre-show announcer came out to talk about Liza, the show, the sponsors, etc. As everyone clapped at the appropriate spots, Besh took that as a cue to clap whenever there was a pause. Which made it a bit awkward when the announcer spoke about Liza’s charity (people living with HIV/AIDS) and he mentioned something sad and Besh was the only one to clap. Whoops.
But when Liza came out, Besh couldn’t control it. He stood up, and could not stop clapping. I mean not stop. Sara had to finally grab his arms in a hug.
He had a great time and managed to stay awake the whole show, which was more than Daddy could do. She’s still a performer, but sadly her voice is gone (really, really gone). But Besh didn’t care. He was sad he didn’t get to meet her (I guess Hairspray spoiled him a bit) but also just exhausted.
It’s amazing to see Besh’s love for theater continues even while his passion for Star Wars has taken over all other aspects of his life. I’m pretty sure if Besh could meet Liza he’d challenge her to a lightsaber fight.
